Being His Little Fox

"Tang Si." Song Yi stretched out his hand, broke his hand around his waist, got up from him, stared at him, her face was not emotional, her brows were clear: "Take it off."

The tone is cold and indifferent, but not to be beaked.

If Tang Si didn't take off this dress today, she would definitely be angry.

Tang Si's eyes were deep, he looked at her for a long while, pursed his thin lips, and sighed slightly.

There was unspeakable helplessness in her eyes, and finally she nodded gently, she wanted to see, then she watched.

Yes, he can be transparent to him and be satisfied with everything.

The man has distinct finger joints, bowing his head calmly, and unbuttoning his shirt with his slender and beautiful fingertips.

He has a tall figure, an elegant back line, and his movements are slow, untangling one by one.

Song Yi frowned and stared. He unbuttoned a button, and the solution was full of amorous feelings, and his whole posture was full of romance.

A lively fairy!

As he moves more and more downwards.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and could vaguely see the gauze wrapped around his chest.

The white gauze was soaked with some blood, and it seemed that the wound was not shallow. Tang Soruo raised his head with a hunch, watching Song Yi's expression change.

He unbuttoned the button suddenly and stopped, with a calm tone: "Is that enough? There is no need to continue to take it off, right?"

Obviously he was injured, but he was like a okay person, with a lazy smile on his face.

Song Yi walked over and sat next to him, but his voice was much dumb: "Did you go to the hospital?"

"This is a small injury, you don't need to go to the hospital." What he said was pretty indifferent, as if this wound was commonplace, and he didn't care about it at all.

If you can handle it well at home, you don't need to go to the hospital at all.

What's more, when going to the hospital, the doctor wants to ask how the injury was caused. It will be more troublesome for him to explain it. If not, the police will be involved. So Tang Si usually has the hands, as long as he can't die, he can solve it by himself. Will go to the hospital.

Listening to this, Song Yi felt as if he was choked by something in his heart, with continuous dull pain. How could this person speak so calmly?

"Did you hurt you just now?" She regretted the behavior she just did.

No wonder he had to grunt, it must be very painful, he was like that.

Tang Si looked at Song Yi with a pair of peach-eyed eyes. He stretched out his hand and squeezed Song Yi's tender white face. He said in a funny way, "You are so many, you don't have the same flesh. Can it hurt me too?"

Song Yi took away his hand and tried to calm his emotions, his nose was sour: "Don't always pinch my face, it won't look good if you pinch my face."

Hearing this, Tang Si laughed lowly. The laughter came from his chest, and the resonance was sultry.

"Okay, don't squeeze it." Tang Si's tone and voice were still lazy, flat, and steadily on a parallel line, making people unable to hear any problems.

Song Yi was really worried.

Seeing his calm and gentle appearance, she was still worried in her heart. Tang Si, this person, would have to carry everything out.

"Can I blow my brother's hair?" His voice was a little tired this time, and his eyes were dark: "I'm really a little sleepy and want to sleep."

Song Yi forced his lips to hold back, and finally got up to get a clean dry towel.

Tang Si sat, watching Song Yi come with a towel in his hand, he got up.

Song Yi looked at him suspiciously, not knowing what he was up for suddenly.

He was slender, stood up slowly, and beckoned gently towards Song Yi, with a slight smile at the corner of his lips.

She walked slowly over with the towel in her hand.

As soon as it passed, the man's palm pressed her shoulder and let her sit on the sofa.

Song Yi sat down on the soft sofa, looking up at Tang Si with some doubts.

In the next second, the man leaned over to her, with a strong and aggressive aura, so that Song Yi's whole body shrank slightly.

The corners of the man's lips were raised, his smile deepened, and his big hand fell on her lap, with a cocoon, so that Song Yi was trembling all over.

The heartbeat and a certain kind of affection rolled violently in my heart.

My hands clenched the towel involuntarily, and my breathing slowed down a lot.

Just when Song Yi was about to speak to stop his movement, Tang Si smiled lightly and moved her legs to both sides.

Song Yi gathered together, his cheeks reddened: "What are you doing?"

Tang Si looked innocent, but his eyebrows were slightly evil: "I'm sitting on the ground, you have to make room, otherwise how can you wipe my hair."

"......" Fuck.

Seeing Song Yi's expressions that are difficult to express, Tang Si tilted his head and smiled faintly: "You won't regret it after agreeing?"

"If I don't sit on the ground, you can't wipe my head."

"..." Thinking about it, it seems that this is indeed the case, but is this too embarrassing?

Song Yi pursed his lips and thought about it.

In front of Tang Si, he couldn't be counseled at all.

If she is more counseled, the man will be more stubborn, Song Yi is calm and stubborn with a smiling face.

"Row."

Song Yi's legs are very beautiful, white and slender, and very delicate, wearing a shirt, she is not formal.

He just raised his eyes and looked at Tang Si: "Turn around."

Tang Si smiled softly, the scowling light in his eyes didn't hide at all, he turned around obediently.

Song Yi pursed his lips lightly and opened slightly, "Sit down."

Tang Si didn't speak this time, and sat down silently, only supporting her legs with both hands while sitting.

She wasn't wide enough, so he spread out on his own, and then sat on the ground comfortably.

His hands seemed to have a scorching temperature, and Tang's Song Yi was shocked, and he couldn't help but tightened his tui tightly.

"Tsk." Tang Si grabbed her, snorted with a grin, "Wipe your hair as you wipe it, don't move it."

Her tui is as moist as jade under the light, and looks unparalleled.

Tang Si closed his eyebrows and swallowed his saliva.

My heart sank and sank, and he held his forehead somewhat helplessly. After a while, I was afraid that I would take another bath.

Song Yi blushed and wiped his hair.

She swears that this is the first time she has wiped someone's hair, and she is so inexplicably ashamed.

She wiped him twice very perfunctorily, and said, "Okay."

Tang Si's hand never left her leg from beginning to end, and Song Yi's face was always red.

Tang Si's sense of existence is too strong, unlike women, he is mostly cold and clear, but he is hot and strong.

Hearing Song Yi's words, he chuckled lowly, "Is it so perfunctory?"

He stood up slowly and looked down at her, his eyes were deep, making people want to drown in it.

Under the orange spot in the room.

Her face seemed to be soaked with pink, and her fox eyes were also watery, foggy, and the ends of her eyes were red.

This look is really attractive.

Ambiguous tight.

Tang Si's breathing was stagnant, and his chest rose and fell faster. He felt that he could no longer tease, and he could no longer look at her.

For a while, I can't bear it anymore.

The big hands gently rubbed Song Yi's hair, his eyebrows were soft, with a bit of desire, and his throat was also hoarse and tight: "Good night, have a good dream."

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